Try Me
(专辑: Sorry 4 The Wait 2 - 2015)
Okay I'ma throw a
tantrum on this beat Now who wanna play fetch? When it comes to the
drugs, boy we shop at Payless Shawty came too many times, left the
whole bed wet Mack the
thinker, I'm the
Blood – Method Man, Redman A
scared man a
dead man, can I
get a
amen You done bought all of them guns and ain't nobody dead yet Catch your pussy ass in traffic, aim at the
headrest Got your bitch on her knees looking like she legless Like I
can't trust my iPhone, I
can't trust the
clique I
ride for If I
see 'em in the
streets I'ma have to treat 'em like a
rival I'm a
pleasure to your eyeballs I'm so fly I
shop at Skymall Mama never bought me knockoffs Lord I
need some wood to knock on Lil Tunechi, I'm a
movie, get your gummy bears and popcorn I
got something very hot on my hip, I
get my hip hop on And this little red dot gon' help me hit a
nigga spot on Point guard with the
bullets; you say Rájon, I
say Rajon Yeah, hold up; we them boys, we them wild boys I
hold a
pistol sideways when I
shoot, that's for style points Menace to society, menace to myself though Bend but don't break, my niggas call me elbow And you don't want no problem, I'm a
problem My AK just keep shooting, it's on autopilot Tunechi what's your fucking problem? I
got fucking problems Bad bitch on top of me, she started from the
bottom On that Cognac and that loud pack, that loud pack You gotta shoot the
rat when it get too big for the
mousetrap Shoot at me and I'ma smile back and then I'll "Pow" back Flip you over like a
kayak, bitch it's combat Bitch I'm Tommy Gun Tunechi Favorite color ruby Made enough to quit but I
keep making up excuses Triple A
dick, that's Amazing And Amusing I'm sedated and secluded I'm the
greatest and improving But my baby mama say I'm living wrong Well if I
die then I
guess she dead right Catch me walking on this mothafucking water, nigga I'll catch your pussy ass at a
red light And you gon' hear that blocka, that blocka I
represent my killers like Johnnie Cochran We kidnap mamas and toddlers We don't give a
fuck if they ass adopted Brief moment of silence for Chris Wallace Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I
hope they smiling And Weezy still hot as tamales My private plane got that Wi-Fi and that wireless I'm so sorry for the
wait Spread your legs, girl, I'm tryna break the
headboard I'm a
fiend for the
bread, I
want the
whole Dej Loaf My Chinese chick just want a
blunt and some yaka mein She a
squirter so we don't fuck on my Versace sheets My whole crew'll skate on you like a
hockey team It's like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey We Young Money Mafia, I
rep what I
rep Try to throw salt on my name and I'll put pep in your step Put your gloves on, nigga please get you a
grip And I
bet you rest in peace when I
let this bitch rip The
money running like water, check the
cash flow My weed funky like armpits and assholes Potato on the
nine, when we creep we mash slow And make sure them kids get everything they ask for My bitch in London said she's a
Mack Mainiac And her sister love Tune, she a
Wayniac It's like she's two different persons; she be chilling, she be cursing Cry a
river, squirt a
ocean Fuck fast, in slow motion Man I
know Soulja proud of me (ya heard me?) Man, I
know Soulja Slim proud of me (ya heard me?) Tha Carter 5 a
classic, sorry that it's late And I
ain't apologetic, but, sorry for the
wait Tha Carter 5 a
classic, sorry that it's late And I
usually ain't apologetic, but Sorry 4 The
Wait Gone